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Syphacia's Letters Part 11
Syphacia Informs Lorelein's Mother of her Daughter's Death

Lady Ravenstar,

I’m afraid that this letter brings the worst of all possible news. Your daughter Lorelein has died in city of Magnimar. I am sorry.

Emmalyn's Journal - Final

This is my first time traveling any meaningful distance outside Sandpoint. It is my first time visiting a real city. I should be excited.

I’m scared.

From the Journal of Redgar Ironhand #12
Redgar Mourns the Loss of a Friend

So we’ve come to the end of it, and I can’t say that all is well. The monster we vowed ourselves against has been struck down, but the price we’ve paid is almost too much to bear. Emmalyn is dead—as I write this we are taking her body back to Sandpoint to be buried. She died a death not of glory but of chance, and so felled we were unable to bring her back. I hope that Densa has guided her spirit to a place where it can find peace. I pray that she will forgive us for sending her there too early.

From the Journal of Redgar Ironhand #11
Redgar prepares for what might be his final battle

I’m not sure ‘dread’ is a powerful enough word for this feeling. I dread what will come next— what lies around the next corner or beyond the next door—but this feeling must be something more than that. It is a feeling of grim acceptance mixed with terror. It is fear, anger, bitterness, and resignation all twisted up into one terrible thing. And though I keep a brave face for the sake of my colleagues, I’m not sure this abhorrent feeling is unwarranted or unwise. It warns me that I may not make it though this alive.

Syphacia's Letters Part 10
Syphacia Steels Herself for the Battle with Lorelein


I move closer to you every minute, every second, every fleeting moment. I am so close now that I can feel you near me, as you must feel me. I fear I am not yet ready to meet you in battle. But I know that time is coming fast.

Syphacia's Letters - Part 9
Syphacia addresses Lorelein's betrayal


I don’t know what to write here…I don’t know what to say. I don’t think you’ll ever read this, and even if you did, would you understand? You’ve changed Lorelein. I don’t know who you are anymore.

From the Journal of Redgar Ironhand #10
Redgar Fumes

Allow me to preface this entry with a warning about my mood—I am not in a good one. This goes beyond simple bitterness or the occasional grump. I’m fed up.

Aramil's Letters

Dear Mother,

It would seem that I am at something of a crossroads with my magic. I continue to advance in daring and skill but I have focused much of my power on lethal ways of dispatching my foes, such as giant fireballs that cinder all and also destroy a lot of evidence and possibly treasure we might need.

I would like to more closely follow the paths that Shelyn has laid out for me. When we were at this awful place called Foxglove Manor an evil undead begged for mercy and my heart was even moved towards pity. He betrayed us and it was all for naught. Perhaps I am getting too soft hearted, not too hard hearted instead.

I wish you were here mother. You always were able to find a good balance in things. Father is so simple minded sometimes that he does not understand the complexities of magic and power. He has no idea of such things.

I think I know which path I am predisposed toward. We have had good luck so far. Perhaps I will channel my magic to make sure our enemies get some of this back in the form of bad luck.

From the Journal of Redgar Ironhand
Redgar's Loyalties are Tested

The Battle of Foxglove Manor has been won. The ‘Skinsaw man’ has been laid to rest. I would feel a great sense of accomplishment if not for the letter we found with him in the depths of that cursed place. It seems that our enemies’ reach extends out from the human city of Magnimar. And what’s more, it seems that Syphacia’s friend Lorelein has become one of their agents.

Syphacia's Letters - Part 8
Syphacia Learns a Dreadful Truth


I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to feel. I pray that this is some nightmare that I might wake up from. I want to un-believe what I’ve come to believe. But it’s true, isn’t it Lorelein? The letter in the Skinsaw man’s lair was in your handwriting. You’ve somehow been taken in by them…


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